Kernyen

"Love you...Call me...I'm in the book..."

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Love of Containers

Not.

I’ve been eating a lot of fruit, veggies, and fish.  That’s a lot of crap to pack up and take to work where I eat breakfast, lunch, and snacks.  I have to cut down - not because I’m eating too much (I have lost 14 pounds, thank you very much :)), but because that’s a helluva lot of containers to wash and frankly I am tired of spending 10 minutes each afternoon washing dishes @ work (I do enough of that shit @ home)!

Filed under work let's get healthy bleah kernyen

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Setback

Well, you know how that goes….you’re coming along, things look rosy, and then you find out about a piece of information that makes you go, "Aw shit!"   

Why?  Because you know that it takes you 3-4 days to cycle through the information, which means the same questions come up - again, the hurt feelings return, the urge to cry is back, and and the loneliness is back with the kind of fierceness that you believed was behind you.

So I find myself driving along in my car with outbursts like:

"Liar!"

"Ass-hole!"

"Jerk!"

"Loser!"

Geez, when in the hell will I stop giving this guy my time??

Filed under vintage dude the ex break-up ass truth be told

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tnogue:

tnogue:

hey guys i know the VMAS were all nice and cool but it’s really important that you send this around. I knew Kit from highschool, she was a regular still-life model in my art class in highschool and often modeled for universities in Toronto. She has the kindest soul, and i’m so sad to hear she’s missing. 

I have a friend with flaming red hair who’s gone missing.

And when I say missing I mean, totally missing, scary missing, poof. Vanished into thin air. And here is the thing, the police don’t really care. Unless you’re a child or an elderly patient with dementia, you don’t matter if you go missing. They’ll post about it, but that’s all. 

Last time I saw Kit, I was in her beautiful, well cared for,back yard. She had vines growing up over her table setting, she had carefully planted herbs in her back yard. She took the time to make tea, and served it with milk from a local dairy and honey from a local honey farm. She was and is one of the most beautiful people I know. And, now, as I write this I’m trying not to cry because she encouraged me to be an artist, to pick up my brush, and to start painting again.

Here’s the thing, I’ve never had a sister, so having a best friend that was special, so special to me that I can’t even begin to explain it. We’d meet every Thursday and share Pho and tarot, we’d talk about relationships, art, and magic. Sometimes she frustrated me to tears, but always, her words made sense to me and they changed my life.

She had that kind of power, the power to change my life, to help me become a better person and a better artist.

I think I’m obsessing, because I feel so helpless. She said I was like a pit bull, I would light into a problem and hold on for dear life until it was torn to shreds. So here I am trying to tear thought a mystery to find the answer. 

Today I talked to homeless people and hung posters all over the junction area. Today I drank tea and thought of her. Today I couldn’t paint because the brush felt so heavy in my hands. “

Its important to know that Kit had suffered a psychotic attack in the past and a few days before her disappearance she reported similar symptoms. It is believed that she is having a hard time dealing with reality and that she is probably frightened and in hiding. 

again! please boost this and if anyone from Toronto sees her please call Toronto police at 905-808-1400 !!!!!

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Sometimes you end up never speaking to someone who meant the world to you again. And that’s okay. You cope and you survive. Don’t let your losses keep you back from new gains.
I wish someone had told me this when I was hurting, y.g.   (via onlinebabe)

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